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Sunday, February 24, 2013

Picky Water People


It was a beamingly sunny San Diego afternoon.  Yet, for some reason, ice water was bothering people. 

During my introduction at my first table yesterday, my busser placed two ice waters down.  The woman said, “NO ice please.”  He instantly replied, “No problem, I’ll be right back.” 

When I asked my second table what they wanted to drink, the lady abruptly cut me off before I could even finish my question, “Two waters, no ice.”  Oh geese. Strike two. 

After the second request for “no ice” at my second table of the day, a server came up to me in the side station to vent about her table.  “Oh. My. God.  You will not believe how this lady just ordered her water.”  Apparently it’s not just my tables today.  Eager with anticipation I asked her what she said.  The server disgustingly replied, “She asked for sparkling water.   But she wanted two types of glasses for the sparkling water: one wine glass and one tall cocktail glass.  The cocktail glass is to be served with ice.  The wine glass does not need any ice, but two lemon wedges on the side of the glass.  Oh and the person with the cocktail glass would like limes and lemons served separate on the side. “
 
Oh. My. God… is right.  What is up with people and their water today?  

Shortly after that conversation, I had another lady ask me for “water no ice with lemon” at a table of six.  My busser was too busy so I decided I’d remake it myself.  When I came back with it, she said, “Oh, this is still too cold.”   Seriously?  I told her, “Our water without ice is this temperature.  If you’d like the water a bit warmer, my only other option is to bring you hot water.”  She glared at me like I just completely offended her, then she pompously replied, “Well, I guess you can just bring me the hot water.   I’ll have to wait for it to cool off.”   Wouldn’t it have been faster to let the room temperature water warm up then to send me back again to get scalding hot water and wait for it to cool down?  Apparently, that’s what she wanted so I did it, albeit ridiculous. 

What the general public doesn’t realize is that when a server hears “water with no ice,” it signifies a huge red warning flag.   Not only is it an inconvenience, (especially during a busy lunch rush), but it suggests a high maintenance table and low tip averages - a triple whammy red flag.

Allow me to explain.

An inconvenience: 
Bussers are trained to bring ice water to the table as the very first step of service.  Nine times out of ten, servers will not be able to catch their bussers before they bring the water out to let them know the guest doesn’t want ice.  This forces the busser to go back to the station, remake the waters and return back to the table.  As simple as that sounds, it can be a very timely extra step.  And during a busy rush this can equate to a loss of precious time (on something as simple as water) when they could be helping out with other much more useful tasks. 

High maintenance:
If a guest is that finicky about their water, image how they’re going to be when it comes to their food.

Low tip average:
The kicker in this “water no ice” scenario is that water is a free item: a.k.a., we aren’t getting any extra money for this running around monkey business (unless of course you’re drinking still or sparkling water from a bottle, but I’m not referring to those water drinkers).  If I (or the busser) have to go back and forth several times to appease guests’ tap water preferences, we will most likely not see the financial benefit for our efforts.  And to make matters worse, people who are picky about their water and drink nothing else generally have lower check averages, meaning, yet again, I’m getting paid less for doing more.    

I’m not suggesting that one should never order “water no ice” when dining out, just be aware that when we do hear this, our internal red flag warning system will ignite.  

So please keep that in mind; whether it’s a beautiful sunny day or not.  ~ HK ~

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Oh Hippies…


I walked into work at 4:00pm the other day.  Coming into work in the middle of the day sometimes requires a table transfer.  This means I have to (or get to) take over a table that doesn’t plan on paying/leaving anytime soon so the lunch server can cash out and clock out. 

On this particular day, the transfer table was a hippie couple; buzzed up and giggling like teenagers.  It was her birthday and apparently they’d been sipping on Grey Goose martinis for a couple of hours. 

They didn’t order anything else from me, but about 45 minutes later after the transfer, they asked for the bill.  The server who transferred the table to me was long gone.  I dropped the check, which consisted of 5 Grey Goose martinis, one margarita and a couple of appetizers.   A few minutes later the man waved me down. 

“Ummm, I think you have the number of martinis wrong.”  The couple looked at each other and began discussing their drinks.  The man started off,  “I had a margarita and you had the martini.  Then we both had one more martini each…I think.  Right?”  She chimed in, “Yeah, you had the margarita first.  Then I had the martini.  Then, hmm… one more each.  Yeah that’s right.”   After a few more seconds of debate, the woman responded, “Yes, we definitely only had one margarita and three martinis total.”  Because this was a transfer table, I didn’t know whether they were telling the truth or flat out lying.

At this point, I suspected they were trying to pull a fast one and get two free martinis out of this transfer situation.  What else could I do but appease the guest?  I wasn’t about to call the server who transferred the table to me and ask her if they had five martinis or three.  If I talked to a manager they’d probably tell me to take the last two off anyway; and apparently it was her birthday.  So that’s what I did. 

I went back to the table to give them their revised check with one margarita and three martinis.  They said, “Oh, thank you so much, that’s very sweet of you.”  I told her, “No problem.  Happy Birthday.”  I smiled and walked away. 

When I returned to their table a few minutes later, they started giggling.   The lady became loud all of a sudden and shouted, “I’m sorry dear.  We’re f***in’ old and confused.”  They both began laughing hysterically.   The guy then said, “I think we DID have five martinis.  Can you put the other two back on?  Hahahaha!  I’m sorry.  We’re more buzzed that we thought, “ and continued on and on about how “old” they were.  And honestly, they weren’t old; probably only in their early 50’s.  Perhaps she just turned 50 and was having an “Oh my god I just turned 50 moment.”

Talk about a shock.  I went from thinking this couple was trying to scam me for a couple of drinks to simply laughing my ass off.  Freaking hilarious!  They were actually two very honest people.  They could have easily gotten away with not paying for those two drinks.  But they decided to take the higher path, even though it included a risk of embarrassment, to resurrect the situation and do what was right. 

As I finally swiped the man’s credit card and returned to their table for the last time, the lady yelled out again with her distinct laugh, “I’m so f***ing old now!  I get confused easily.  I’m so sorry…”  Still sitting next to them was a table of three conservative, true “older” people.  They had become extremely annoyed with the loaded hippies, especially for throwing out the f-bomb so loud for the second time.
Right about then, the lone gentlemen at that table looked up and me and said, “Check please.”

It’s so funny to me how the public can get so caught up in the moment that they forget they are interconnecting that moment with a complete stranger (the server).   In spite of what embarrassing or awkward moment might have developed, we (the guest and the server) will always share that common bond, that moment, forever.

Or perhaps not forever - if that someone involved was too drunk to remember.  

Until then, I'll keep serving humanity, sober as hell watching people people get buzzed and confused.  And enjoying every second of it.  ~ HK ~

Thursday, February 14, 2013

PITA Peeps


"I don’t mean to be a pain in the ass, but…"

I love/hate when people immediately tell me that right when I greet their table because it could really go either way.   They either won’t be a pain in the ass at all (and are therefore simply exaggerating… which happens a lot) or they most certainly will be a huge pain in the ass to which at this point I need to mentally prepare for what’s to come.   Either way, I am truly intrigued as to what they’re going to say next.

There was a mortgage broker conference in town.  And aside from mister self-proclaimed “pain in the ass,” it was by far one of the best groups to have at the hotel.  They ordered straight off the menu (very few substitutions), drank a bit, were low maintenance, literally zero separate checks and tipped a solid 20% or more.   We love these kinds of groups.

But this guy stood out.  While everyone else was ordering directly off the menu (mind you this was a very busy business luncheon, where people don’t want to look high maintenance in general), this gem demanded attention.   “Uhhh… I don’t mean to be a pain in the ass but, is it possible to get this sandwich, but on top of a salad?  Like with no bread, on top of romaine lettuce with Caesar dressing."  I reply, “I can put the sandwich ingredients on top of our Cesar salad, which comes with grilled romaine, bacon and croutons.  How does that sound?”  Of course he didn’t like that option either.   “I definitely don’t want it grilled… and I definitely don’t want bacon.  And I want the dressing on the side.”  Ok.  Not soooo bad. 

He ordered first.  Of course.  All of the other guests at his table ordered straight off the menu with no changes.  “Fish and Chips… Cobb Salad… Chicken Salad… Fish and Chips. “  And they were all extremely polite about it, as if they were talking to me in an underlining code as if to say, "We’re going to make this as easy as possible because that guy is making your life way too difficult.”  As I walked away, PITA (pain in the ass) man shouts, “Oh, excuse me, Miss?  I also need something else.”  He pulls out his wallet and unfolds a piece of paper.  “I want a Bloody Mary.   But with these ingredients only.”  He hands me a piece of paper that read as follows:

Vodka
Tomato Juice
Lea & Perrins
A1 Steak Sauce
Tabasco
Salt
Pepper
3 blue cheese stuffed olives

Seriously?  Is this guy for real?  I’ve had guests look up ingredients on their phones for a drink I’ve never heard of.  That’s acceptable.  But this?  A simple Bloody Mary with these specifics?  And actually handing me a folded piece of paper out of his wallet?  And at a business meeting nonetheless.  Absurd.  What was this guy thinking?  I have to think everyone’s opinion of him at this table went skyrocketing down - even more - after this moment.  Like ordering his complicated entree wasn’t bad enough, but then to order a cocktail in a similar demanding way as well?   I told him matter-of-fact, “Our Bloody Mary’s are spicy. We use all of these ingredients, except for the Worcestershire and A1.  I will bring you those on the side.”   I didn’t give him another option and that seemed to be good enough.  

Although I was irritated with PITA man, I left the table with a grin.  This is why I love/hate this type of person.  And this is why I love serving humanity.    They usually are very demanding but provide great stories for me to tell, and this guy didn’t let me down. 

I have to believe … if you tell a random stranger (your server) you’re a “pain in the ass,” I bet you’re a real walk in the park in the rest of your life.   

If you’re on a first date at a restaurant and you’re date orders in this fashion… run. 

Run far, far away.  ~ HK ~